by Stuart Shea
What the heck rhymes with Kyle Schwarber?
Well, ’60s jazzer Alan Lorber,
And that dancing Greek named Zorber,
And folk singer Steve Forber(t),
And . . .
And . . .
I’m at the bottom of the pail,
And I don’t want him to fail . . .
But his name is odd, I fear,
So he may not have many poems here.
by Michael X. Ferraro
All zeroes from Zack’s what you get
Be you Cubbie or Nat or Met.
His stuff is top-shelf
But Greinke himself
Would say, “I ain’t caught Orel yet.”
Michael’s hilarious football novel Circus Catch is now available from Amazon.
by Hilary Barta
All night in my bedroom I tossed,
Excited a line has been crossed.
Although dazed and confused
And half-crazed, I’m excused:
The Cubbies have won more than lost.
Hilary Barta draws for Sponge-Bob and Garbage Pail Kids comix, and also runs the noir limerick site LimerWrecks.
by R.J. Lesch
When Andy Coakley, traded to the Cubs
in time for ’08′s crazy pennant race,
received one of the pettiest of snubs
and didn’t get World Series dough, the case
of Coakley v. the Cubs went to the courts.
He knew he didn’t rate a full share, but
he thought he should get something. But all sorts
of calumnies got thrown into his gut.
“He’s so ungrateful,” said the press. “He should
be booted out.” And so he spent his prime
in outlaw leagues. His arm was just no good
by when he made it back to the big time.
When Coakley got the shafting from his team,
free agency was still a distant dream.
By Stuart Shea
The Indians stunk out the joint,
and the Cubs converted the extra point.